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My body ached, chilled, but not freezing like it had been. I tried to move and the pounding in my head told me it was a bad idea. Groaning, I pushed closer into Berry’s warmth, recognizing the tickle of his fur against my face.
You are finally awake.
I hummed an affirmative.
It is night now.
I forced my eyes open. The blinds had been closed to keep the light out, but that didn’t matter anymore since the sun set. A lamp at my bedside was on, its glow soft and yellow.
A water bottle sat by the lamp, condensation still dripping down the side. I grabbed it and downed the delicious water like I hadn’t had any in days.
“Where is everyone?” I asked, glancing around, surprised they weren’t there waiting for me. I tried to not overthink it. It’d have been nice to wake up to them, but I couldn’t expect them to be around me twenty-four seven just to wait for me to wake up.
They tried to hurt you.
I frowned, putting all the pieces together. I felt okay. A little cold, but not like earlier. Exhausted too. So exhausted. I reached for my power, but it felt sluggish as it tried to respond to me. More rest. I needed more rest. I furrowed my brows, trying to remember everything that happened.
Laikynn.
We fought.
I basically lost.
The pain in my neck.
The cold. So much of it.
The last thing I remembered was Berry threatening to kill the guys.
“Berriar,” I said in a hard voice. “What did you do?”
He snorted. They live.
“We’re okay,” Jason called out.
The door had been cracked open, but it swung the rest of the way. Berry got up and growled, showing all his canines, his black fur rustling. And just in case that didn’t show he was ready to tear them apart, he also grew in size. Not full-blown battle form, but close.
Jason was sitting on the floor across from the door. Foster and Waylon were with him, all huddled together, looking absolutely exhausted.
I blinked, confused about this setup.
“What is going on?” I asked.
“Ask your pet.” Jason scowled at Berry.
“Berry?”
They hurt you.
“Ah.” That really wasn’t much of a reason. I’d been hurt before.
Berry snorted and tossed his head in agitation. They do not get to hurt you. If they come near, I’m biting them.
I sighed. They had set off his protective instincts.
“What happened?” I asked.
“You were too cold,” Foster said, eyes never leaving Berry’s. I had a feeling something more happened between the two of them and Foster came out as the loser.
“We gave you a hot bath, hoping to warm you up. It worked, but you were so cold that it pained you. Berry didn’t like that and tried to eat us.”
I did not try to eat them. I only tried to bite off their hands for touching you.
I tilted my head and counted to ten, hoping for patience. Berry could be a stubborn asshole when he wanted.
“How are you feeling?” Foster asked.
“Still a little cold,” I admitted.
“Wrap up in the blankets. Keep warm.”
Feeling brave and knowing I needed body heat more than anything else, I asked, “How about you come and cuddle me?”
No.
“Stop it, Berry. They won’t hurt me.”
They already did.
“No,” I said firmly. “Laikynn did. Whatever he did made me sick. They helped me. And they can still help me now.”
If you need a warm body, I am enough.
I gave him an unamused look, raising an eyebrow. “No. You aren’t.”
Berry released a low growl. I patted his head, giving him a good petting. “Please, let them come in. They won’t hurt me.”
He refused to move for the longest time before finally jumping off the bed and going to the door. The other three scrambled to their feet, eyeing him warily as he walked by them. To mess with them, Berry ruffled his fur and swished his tail in an agitated movement that made Jason jump.
Unable to help myself, I snickered as he left. The moment he was gone, they were inside, surrounding me.
“How are you feeling? Cold? Tired? Hurt anywhere?” Foster fired off the questions.
“I’m only a little chilled like I said.” I held in a giggle. “And exhausted.”
“Come on.” Foster pulled me back into the bed as he settled in behind me. The bed was huge, but definitely not big enough for the four of us. They made it work.
I was on top of Foster, Jason on one side, and Waylon on the other. Their warmth seeped into me, slowly chasing away the cold. I hummed in contentment, enjoying the feel of Jason’s hand on my back as he rubbed it, hitting all the right spots. He’d find a tense spot and slowly work out the kinks before moving on.
Dozing off was easy as I turned into goo with them all around me. It felt like it did so long ago.
“I miss this,” Jason whispered.
“Mm?”
“Whenever you felt sick, we’d all crawl into bed and hold you. I missed that.”
I blinked open my sleepy eyes to stare at Jason. He had a soft smile on his lips as he reached out and ran his hand over my hair. Foster’s grip on my waist tightened.
“Agreed.” Foster kissed the top of my head.
I smiled, enjoying the moment. They were right, it was nice to lay like this together. It had always made me feel so much better, safer, loved.
“Me too,” I whispered.
The bed shifted. “Shit.” Waylon jumped to his feet, the expression on his face a mixture of guilt and sadness. Our eyes met briefly and I knew. It was his girlfriend. “I’ll be back.” He stalked out of the room, answering the phone. I heard his greeting and only a few words from his girlfriend before he was too far away, and I wasn’t about to eavesdrop on his private conversation.
I also had to fight back the pain. It was a perfect moment, but it ended when I was reminded that it wasn’t going to happen again. I snuggled into Foster as he played with my hair.
“What are you thinking about?” Jason asked.
After mulling over his question carefully, I said, “How greedy I am.”
Jason snorted. “You are far from greedy.”
“If that were true, then why am I mad that Waylon isn’t with me right now, that he has a girlfriend. That he doesn’t belong to me. It feels good having you two, almost perfect. It’s like I can feel your presence in my soul, but something’s missing, and that empty spot aches to have it filled. I’m greedy.”
No one said anything for the longest time. Our breathing was in sync and once again, I found myself dozing.
“We are yours,” Foster said distantly. “We have been since we met you. For part of that time, we didn’t know it yet. And once we all finally figured it out and were about to start our life together, you were taken from us. But you were never really gone. Even now.”
“But that can’t be true.”
Foster squeezed me tightly.
Jason spoke up. “We may be able to lie, Josie. But on this, he’s right. We tried to get over you. Even replace you. But no one ever meshed well with us. Even before we knew you were near, we were still yours.”
“And yes, that includes Waylon too.”
“He has a girlfriend. She seems nice too. Meshes well with you guys.”
“Enough of that,” Foster said, slapping my ass. “You of all people know someone is capable of having more than one person in their heart. I don’t know what Waylon thinks of his girlfriend, but I do know that you are still in his heart. That has never changed. He’s always loved you. Still does. Now stop fretting and take my cuddles.” He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me tight. “I’ll give you enough to cover Waylon’s share since he can’t.”
I giggled, trusting that he was telling me the truth. His words did soothe something deep inside of me. The door clicked open, but I was too tired and lazy to open my eyes. The bed dipped before I felt Waylon back at my side.
“How is she?” he whispered.
Jason was the one to answer. “Exhausted. Confused. Cold. She’s overthinking again.”
“Overthinking what?”
“I’m still awake,” I mumbled, not willing to let them think I was actually sleeping.
Foster chuckled. “Go to sleep.”
“I don’t want to.” I snuggled closer, noticing the feel of Waylon’s touch in my hair as he played with it. “I don’t want this moment to be over.”
“See, overthinking,” Jason said.
“Why don’t we make her not overthink anything anymore?” Foster said.
“I’m always down for that. Sorry, Waylon, but can we get some privacy?” Jason asked.
Waylon didn’t say anything for the longest time, and I kept waiting to feel him leave. The bed never moved.
“What’s going on?” Jason asked. I opened my eyes, turning to stare at Waylon. His eyes were dark, deep concentration etched into his face. If anything hadn’t changed, it was that look. He always looked at me like that when he was about to sexually drive me wild.
“That’s his ‘I’m going to fuck you crazy’ look,” I whispered, my stomach suddenly tightening, remembering all those moments when he did just that. Waylon’s control meant he knew how to drag moments out until I was begging and screaming for more.
“I broke up with her.”
“You did what?” I asked. The others echoed my confusion.
“Broke up with her.”
“But... why? What?” I tried to sit up, but Foster refused to let me go. “No. Call her. Tell her it was a mistake.”
“No.” Waylon shook his head. “It was a mistake to date her.”
“Please tell me it’s not because of me.”
“No, it’s because of me. I haven’t been fair to her for a while, even before you came back.” Waylon blinked and looked away. “I only did what the both of us wanted. What I thought was expected. We shackled ourselves to each other for different reasons. She needed someone to show off, someone her parents would approve of rather than who she wanted. I wanted...” His gaze went to me and he didn’t need to finish his sentence. I got it.
He wanted me.
“I loved her, but not in the right way.” He leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine. It was an instant shock to my system, a wake-up call to my heart. That hole I had just mentioned was buzzing with excitement, knowing it was about to finally be filled. “Not the way that I loved you.” He brushed his nose against mine. An intimate move he used to do with me all the time. “Not the way that I do now.”
“You really broke up with her?” I tried to work through my emotions, but having him so close to me, talking and looking like a weight had been lifted off of him made that impossible. I was on the edge, about to get lost in him.
He only needed to give me the right nudge.
“I really did. Let me touch you. Let me taste you. Please.”
“Yes,” I hissed, the fae side of me roaring in victory at this small claim. Even she had agreed that Waylon was ours and now we didn’t need to hold back.
Fuck the ex. Fuck the time. Fuck the future.
He was mine now.
I pulled him into a searing kiss meant to claim. My magic skittered over him, and he shuddered as he returned it with the same fervor.
Someone tugged at my jeans, and I lifted my hips so they could slide them off. The air felt hot to me, but I wasn’t sure if that was because my body temperature was going crazy or if it was because it really was hot in the room. I didn’t care, soaking up all the heat that I could.
“This might be a bad idea. You’re exhausted,” Foster whispered, moving my hair so he could nibble on my neck.
“Fuck that. I can sleep when I’m dead.”
They chuckled at my response before Waylon claimed my attention again, deepening his kiss. “I need her,” he said.
The guys understood right away. We needed a moment of just us two.
They backed off, not leaving the room, but giving us enough space to enjoy ourselves. The three of them had never had trouble watching each other with me. After they got over their initial jealousy and embarrassment, they practically preferred being in the room together when someone was pleasing me. Apparently, they all got off seeing me have an orgasm.
Waylon hovered over me, eyes intense as he stared into me. His gaze stayed on my face taking in my eyes, my lips, all of me as he brushed the back of his fingers against my cheek so painfully tenderly that it left me breathless as my soul ached for him.
“Are you really mine?” I whispered, grabbing his waist, my fingers digging in. He didn’t seem to mind.
He sighed, eyes closing slightly as if he needed the touch. “Josie, I’ve always been yours. Ever since we were bratty six-year-old kids riding our bikes up and down the street and you smiled at me so big as you laughed, one of your front teeth missing. I knew even then that you had to always be in my life, in any way that I could have you.”
Waylon leaned down and kissed me, the contact so gentle despite the raging need that burned deep in both of us. “I’m yours.”
My fae side practically yelled with glee and reacted. We were fully dressed, but then the cool air brushed against me, and I realized my magic had decided we no longer needed clothes.
“What the?” Waylon looked me up and down, taking all of me in, brows furrowed.
“Damn. See. This is what I mean. You guys make me feel like I’m a teenager again.”
“You can magic away clothes?” Jason asked.
I nodded, covering my face. Losing control of my magic was on par with a teenage boy coming prematurely before they even had a chance to get themselves out of their underwear.
“Hey.” Waylon grabbed my hands and forced them away from my face. “It’s only convenient. Don’t worry about it.”
“I lost control.”
Waylon broke out in a big boyish grin that left me speechless. “Then I’m doing my job.”
Jason snorted at that. “I thought it was pretty hot,” he said. “Made my skin tingle.” I glanced over and smiled, realizing the both of them were getting off on watching the two of us. They sat at the edge of the bed, eyes dark, lips parted, with redness darkening their cheeks as they took me in.
Waylon gained my attention by nibbling my neck, biting hard enough to sting. He cupped my breasts, his thumb skimming my nipple until it hardened under his tutelage.
I moaned, reaching and pulling him down on top of me, wrapping my legs around him and squeezing hard as I felt all of him pressed against my body. Waylon claimed my lips, his kiss deep, trying to breathe all of me in. We made out for a little bit, relearning the feel of each other’s body. Then he began working his way down my body, nipping and licking at my skin, finding all the good spots. He was making me feel alive, my magic buzzing under the surface, still skittish, but at least it was there and it liked what it felt.
I couldn’t stop squirming as he kissed down my belly, going lower and lower. My body heated with excitement, my lower stomach tightening from anticipation. I really liked where this was going and by the small smile on Waylon’s mouth as he glanced up at me, he did too.
When Waylon buried his face between my legs, I almost came right then, my hips bucking off the bed.
One of the guys swore, but I was too lost in the sensations to see who. Waylon’s tongue was magic as he nipped and kissed me. I felt drenched, ready and needing more.
But Waylon was relentless. He’d bring me to the edge and then force me back down. Over and over. I was ready to cry at the sweet, sweet torture.
“If you don’t let me come, I’m breaking your dick,” I warned.
Waylon chuckled. “Then come,” he said as he slipped two fingers inside of me and curled them, playing with that special spot inside of me. I came hard, my whole body tightened and then I fell off the edge into sweet abyss as my magic responded, filling the room in pleasure.
While I was enjoying the effects of my orgasm, my body feeling a bit like jelly, Waylon climbed up my body. He ran his hand down my side before cupping my thigh and lifting. In a swift movement, he thrust inside me. I clamped around him, feeling so full with him inside. I groaned as he moved slowly, doing that hip movement that I used to love so much.
“Fuck yeah,” Jason whispered. The bed shifted as he came closer.
Without saying anything, Waylon moved us so the two of us were sitting, him still thrusting inside me. I held on to his shoulder, getting used to the new position and how deep and intimate it felt. Jason moved behind me, sucking on my neck as he reached around and cupped my breasts. His hardness pressed against my butt, making it feel like we were about to do something forbidden. We had never gone that far, though we talked about it in the past.
“Relax,” Jason whispered. “I know. Nothing’s going to happen until you’re ready.” He bit my earlobe before kissing the sensitive spot behind my ear. I shuddered, pressed between the two of them.
Sandwiched like that, the coldness that had been plaguing me thawed away quickly as all I felt were the raging fires of our bodies together. Jason worked my skin with his mouth as he thrust behind me, his hard member moving between my butt cheeks, his breathing growing heavier. I motioned for Foster, needing the heat of all three of them. As soon as he was close enough, I wrapped my hand around his dick and began pumping him. If we were in a different position, I would have claimed him with my mouth, but this would do because I didn’t want to move from the feel of Waylon pumping in me with Jason at my back.
We found our rhythm, moving in sync, so perfectly together that for once, it didn’t feel like we had a ten-year gap between us. I rose higher and higher before I found my release around Waylon. He grunted as he continued to thrust, prolonging my orgasm with each stroke of his member. Jason tweaked my breasts as he moved faster behind me.
Waylon came first, filling me with his hot seed. Jason followed soon after with a couple of slow thrusts with grunts, my back feeling hot and sticky. Foster leaned forward and claimed my lips as he came all over my hand.
We were spent, sweaty, and I was stickier than I planned to be. Unable to help it, I giggled.
“What?” Waylon asked, pulling away. I winced at the feel of him slipping out of me.
“Not how I thought this was going to go down,” I admitted.
Waylon looked me over, a wide grin spreading across his features. “Best way for it to go. I’ll get a warm cloth to clean you up.”
Jason chuckled behind me, pulling me against him as he fell back. I let out a little yip at the brief moment of feeling like I was free-falling before I was cuddled into his chest. “What? No magic to clean us all up, like you did with the clothes?”
I giggled. “I’m too exhausted now. I think my limbs forgot how to work.”
Foster laughed as he leaned forward and kissed my breast before crawling off the bed. “Rest, we’ll take care of you.”
He didn’t need to say anything else.
I really was exhausted. Between waking up cold and tired, and the sex, I was done for. My eyelids drooped down as the guys talked with each other. Their voices blending together was comforting and never before had I ever felt so content.
Completely exhausted, but also blissfully happy to be surrounded by my guys as I always wanted to be for a very long time.
